Snowed In On Green Hill Farm

Some beautiful photos and Acrostic poems I just had to share from the multi-talented Tonya.

fourth generation farmgirl

Acrostic poetry by Tonya R. Hengerer


Softly falling–

Not a sound,


Whirling, whirling to the ground.



Icy, cold weather

Naturally interrupts

The warmth

Enjoyed upon Earth

Radiated by the sun.


Something with which one

Heaves snow

Out of the way; a

Very useful,

Everyday tool–mostly

Languishing in a shed until winter.

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